BRANDISHING THE FORK, Spencer says, "What are you paired nothings, that you know of this own business? Soon you'll follow the humbling orders off me."

"'The humbling orders'? You sure got a way with the Anglo-lingo, Bus Bitch."

"Put the sharp pokey-pokey thing down and get the fuck out."

Just as Spencer's knuckles whiten on the handle of the fork, Manager Melvin appears. He's passing through on his way to a certain door by the sinks.

"Wait for it," says the fry cook.

Everyone hears the sound of a toilet stall slamming and being latched.

"Goof-off time," says the teen dish washer.

The mean waitress peeks in from the dining area. "Marshmallow Melvin was trotting along pretty knock-kneed. I'd say half an hour, at least."

All the employees come pouring in to goof off, brushing Spencer aside.